Some were hired at the break of da… Then others hired each passing hou… And when the eve was drawing nigh… looked out and saw some in the str… So, then he went to them and asked…
I one time dreamed a dream wherein… where every step a memory was, and… I saw each day I ever lived, they… Each opportunity to give now stood… I saw each thing I ever owned and…
They struggle to know how I feel, yet each question they ask only ma… And they search for a way to get i… Hell, the door isn’t locked, it ju… They remember the way that I was.
An old porch swing made once for t… Cool night breeze calling out to y… Ten thousand memories rise above, the sunset waters of our love. Just like the day slips into the n…
Haunted feelings carried by wings of night as shadows fly. Drip drop words from pages then feed the fire like oxygen. Muffled voices through the door.
The Gatherer and the Giver sat at… down at the village where they liv… At end of day as sun went down, th… as soul by soul they contemplated… They did this often for they knew,…
A silent end, a fading friend, an… A tear-stained eye, a question why… A solemn stare, the mirror’s glare… A slow walk home, still there alon… Where do you go when all is lost?…
One struggles beneath the ever-bea… One rises up in revolution, wantin… One gives his life a soldier so th… One celebrates in freedom as they… One starts his life from nothing b…
You sit there rocking, no more people talking, drifting with the wind across the… It’s peaceful like you planned it. No one make’s demands it’s
A million threads now woven, with no single thread ever reveali… what web it intended to weave. Each thread seemed a pleasure-friend upon its arrival…
Will Heaven help me through this… will it be there in my need? How much is mine to do alone? At which point should I plead? Is it there when my head is down
Got circles in my mind, but words don’t help me find, so I stare at the world to watch i… Got circles in my mind, in the pond of space and time
In the middle of life there’s a mo… Reminiscing, regretting, “Is ther… Looking out in both ways from the… as I tumble and shrink to an infin… For I know forever has no end of…
Waking I find another chill encru… where I shall walk alone in step o… to the blighted rhythm of what mus… and the looming shadows of what mi… My only solace comes of looking ba…
When your choice is Coriantumr or… does it matter what the answer is? It’s kind of like Russian Roulett… you lose no matter who you get. To die by fire or die by ice.